Wine and women bring misery.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
I know all that better than my own name.
All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.
If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.